Page 54 of Corrupting Ivy

He thrust deeper, his demand breathtaking and carnal. His demon tattoo stared at me through the dark abyss, threatening to drag me along with him as the black tunnel closed in on my vision.

My heart slammed into my chest as my mind screamed at me I would die if I didn’t get air, but I didn’t tap out. I wanted to see where this would go, where it would take me. My thighs shook as I arched my hips into him, recklessly seeking my orgasm before the blackness overtook me.

He thrust deeper, squeezed harder until I spilled over the edge like molten lava erupting all over him. I tapped against his hands around my throat.

A split second of fear gripped me like unbreakable steel until he released me, just as he said he would. I gasped for air. Blood flowed freely back into my brain, and I collapsed against the bed, my muscles tight and shaking. “That’s right. Squeeze my cock.”

He didn’t let up, not even for a moment—not even while I came down from cloud nine, then built back up.

I bit my lip, my legs resembling gelatin. He dipped his hand under my shirt and pinched my nipple. I bit my lip to stop the cries.

Randall’s forehead dripped with sweat, his hair dampened as he worked himself against me. “Ready for more?”

I nodded, dipping my teeth deeper into my lower lip until I swear I could taste the familiar copper flavor.

He stopped moving, diminishing my impending orgasm. “I asked you a question.” Randall's breaths came in with a steady rhythm, in and out, making me wonder how he wasn’t fully out of breath like I was.

Thrusting my hips against him, I cried out, begging him to continue. “Yes, fuck. Please don’t stop.”

A hungry grin ripped across his face as he looked down, watching his cock slide back and forth inside me. Was I going mad? The look on his face filled me with lust as he watched our bodies come together.

The madness had me wanting his hands around my throat once more, pressing my internal boundaries, my limits, until I knew where they lay.

“Randall,” I said, not recognizing my breathless voice. “Choke me.”

A glint of danger flashed in his eyes. It was there one second and gone the next, fast enough to think you’ve imagined it, but deadly enough to know you didn’t.

He placed his hands around my throat but didn’t squeeze. His thumbs caressed the pulse at the base of my throat, his gaze laser-focused on it. It scared me. What was he thinking?

Taking a deep breath, he pulled the straps from my wrists, freeing me, then seized my neck again. He held me tight against his chest, his hands straddling my throat, then squeezed.

His thrusts slammed into me harder than before—my covered breasts bouncing from the force, the air trapped in my lungs. It didn’t take long before the spots in my vision resurfaced. My lungs burned, and the trembling ache between my thighs heightened. Randall fucked me like his life depended on it, and I chased that euphoria because mine did.

“You better come before you pass out, or I’ll slap your ass when you come to and make you do it again.”

His threat sent me crash-landing into a crater of devastating lust. My pulse pounded in my temples, my chest pained as my core clenched down around him. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, tapping out as I fell down into a dark universe with my orgasm tearing at me. Stars imprinted their shine into my eyes as they blazed past my vision. My body convulsed, tightening around him, my lungs inflated with air as he released me.

Randall pulled away. The light overtook the darkness at the edge of my vision, when warmth spread across my belly while he groaned.

Moments passed, and I couldn’t move. Pressure filled my head as my breaths synced with his while he stood above me, watching.

“You look good like this.”

“Half dead?” I laughed.

A grin pulled at the corner of his lips. “With my cum all over you.”

He reached down and spread it across my belly, rubbing the warmth into my skin.

“I didn’t even notice.” I closed my eyes as I melted into the mattress and disappeared.

My muscles hurt asthey spasmed while I stood above her, my knees bracing against the bed, her eyes closed. I ran my hands down her thighs, close to her pussy, hoping the torment would get her to open her eyes. But she didn’t move—not even a flinch.

She surprised me, and that doesn’t happen often. When I get into bed with a woman, I give them the same warnings and when we’re done, they never ask for it again, I never see them again—and I like that.

It pets my sadistic nature with acceptance and gets comfortable in it. So when she asked me to choke her when her neck was still red from before, it made my cock harder and my inner sadist ecstatic.

I slapped her thigh, and she groaned but still didn’t open her eyes.

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